Words for Wednesday: love is blue

blogIMG_8816Whenever I notice something blue, an old song from the late 1960’s entitled Love is Blue, (music composed by André Popp, French lyrics by Pierre Cour, and English lyrics by Bryan Blackburn) pops into my mind.

To me, the music sounds somewhat ethereal, almost haunting. I can remember loving to play the piece on the piano as a teenager and I still have the sheet music somewhere.

The lyrics to that song are sad and melancholy, telling the woeful tale of lost love.  “Blue, blue, my world is blue. Blue is my world, now I’m without you” are the opening lines.

Blue is always associated with feeling down, sad, lonely, or downright depressed. But for me, the color blue doesn’t have the same connotations.

Blue is one of my favorite colors and when paired with my absolute favorite, yellow, those two together just make me cheerful and happy.  I get a mental picture of bright yellow daffodils or vivid yellow sunflowers against a brilliantly blue sky. So beautiful.

I also love the clean, crisp look of blue enhanced with white. Wedgewood china comes to my mind. And Chinese porcelain or Holland’s delftware, or French toile fabric with blue designs. Again so very lovely.

In two different houses where we lived in the past (in the Midwest and the Pacific Northwest), our kitchen colors were blue and white. And even though I’m not that fond of cooking, I enjoyed being in those kitchens because of their décor color.  

Blue. When I see it, I’m definitely not feeling blue.

Blue is calming to me and I find myself drawn to blue in nature…blue skies, blue water, blue on a bird, blue flowers.

It’s one of the reasons I wanted a hydrangea – a blue one, of course – planted in our yard several years ago. When it blooms in late summer, I just want to sit and gaze at its gorgeous color because I love it so much.

For me, love IS blue. Big blossoms of blue. How could anyone feel blue looking at these?

“Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?” ~ James Montgomery

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Be still…then move on

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Fresh strawberries from our own patch

One of the delightful aspects of country life is that we have plenty of room for gardens on our 2.25 acres.  Flower gardens surround the perimeter of our house with quite an assortment of perennials. A garden of blueberry bushes provides a bounty of berries every year at this time.

And a vegetable garden, which Papa plants and tends each spring and summer, graces our back yard. He provides the hard labor, I get to help harvest, and we both enjoy the abundance of fresh produce right from our plot of land.

During my blogging break of just being still, our garden provided good food for my stomach (as evidenced in my photos here) while my mind produced good thoughts for writing once more.

This year, Papa’s new strawberry plants, placed in the soil last year, produced delicious berries. Often we just ate them straight from the garden; other times we topped a breakfast waffle with them. Scrumptious with a spritz of whipped cream.

Our early peas were, by far, the sweetest and tastiest peas we’ve ever eaten, so Papa made note of what kind of seeds he planted so we can try them again next year.

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Fresh peas from our own garden

Unfortunately, that plot of ground supplying our garden goodies attracts wildlife to our salad bar, so every year, Papa must erect some fencing around it to keep out the marauding deer.

But the rabbits easily burrow under the fence so we’re fighting them off as best we can. Those green beans, cucumber, tomato, and pumpkin plants prove just too tempting for the critters but we’re attempting to beat them to the goodies.

During my blogging sojourn, I truly relished watching our garden grow, thankful for the rain and sunshine that nourished it, and for the goodies that in turn nourish us.

We not only need food for our bodies, we need food for our souls and that’s just what I accomplished during my writing break.

Today is the last in my series of “Be Still” posts. Just as I moved on from my blogging hiatus and once again plunked myself down at the keyboard with more words to express, I’m moving forward with more posts on a variety of subjects as inspiration comes.

I do hope you will visit and revisit my blog as I continue writing my garden of words here in this virtual world just like Papa and I visit and revisit our garden in the real world.

“I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation.  It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.”
–   Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mosses from and Old Manse

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Harvest of plenty


We grew pumpkins for the first time this year.  Granddaughter enjoyed going into the garden with Papa to watch their progress as they grew and slowly changed from green to that familiar orange we associate with harvest time. 

She especially was tickled to see her name emerge on one of the chosen pumpkins. Years ago when our own three were children, dear friends of ours always had a back yard garden. The year they planted pumpkins, they invited us over to their home to show us a “magical” trick.

They helped each one of our children choose their own not nearly ripe pumpkin. Then our friends instructed our kiddos to scratch their names into the green pumpkins with a nail. 

When it came time for harvest, we sifted through the pumpkin vines finding those bright orange orbs ready to be turned into jack-o-lanterns. But the magic had happened! What a surprise!

It was easy for our children to find their own pumpkins again because each one of them found their name very visible and noticeable right on the pumpkin where the previous scratching had formed brown scars.

We showed this “magic” trick to our granddaughter this year. How delighted she was to find her pumpkin with her name boldly engraved on it.

Sometimes the harvest is plentiful in other ways than just physically.  During my 30 Days of Thanks Giving, I’m remembering that and pausing to give thanks.

“A basic law: the more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.” ~ Norman Vincent Peale

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Glad for the glads but…

blogIMG_5558We are past the dog days of summer.

According to the Farmer’s Almanac, the dog days of summer refer to the time period of July 3rd through August 11, supposedly the hottest and most oppressive period of the summer season. Once we pass that time period, summer starts to wane supposedly.

But we are still in its throes. Muggy weather and temperatures during the day that make it feel even stickier have been interspersed with some cooler days. Just not enough for me.

I, for one, am ready for summer to move on out, even though this summer hasn’t been as hot and humid as it often is. Summer is just not my favorite season. The heat and humidity we experience here in our neck of the woods is nothing like Southerners endure, but it’s still overwhelming and distressing to someone like me who likes temperate days with the windows of the house wide open.

When it’s sticky, muggy, and everything feels downright damp and the temps soar into the high 80’s and 90’s with humidity percentages in the same range, we must resort to air conditioning. And staying and sleeping inside an air conditioned home just seems so stale to me. I love my fresh air with windows wide open!

So I’m happy to see summer wind down and am hopeful it happens very soon. However, one aspect of the season that I will miss is the plethora of summer plants bearing their blossoming beauties.

We planted gladiolas this year in our perennial flower garden for the first time in the 18 years we’ve lived in this place. I remember with fondness the gorgeous, tall glads that beautified both my mother’s and my grandmother’s gardens, so this past spring when I saw some gladiola bulbs in the garden department of a local store, I convinced Papa to purchase and plant them.

We patiently watched for them to burst through the soil, but it seemed to take quite a while before any buds appeared on the stalks. And then…wow! They burst into radiant color. They and the lavender that we added to our garden have been a lovely aspect of this summer season.

I do so love the scent of lavender, so I pluck a stalk and take a little whiff of that pleasant scent often.  Lavender is known to reduce stress and anxiety and beneficial to promote relaxation and a good night’s sleep.

It’s true. When I take that little whiff of lavender, it makes me go “ahhh.” And anytime I’ve happened to inhale the scent of lavender essential oil, I get sleepy.

Sleepiness and sluggishness seem to go hand in hand for me in the summer season. I get bogged down by the heat and humidity and I just don’t feel like doing anything. Summer doldrums are real for me. I feel extremely lazy and lethargic and I don’t like it.

That’s one reason why I look forward to fall weather so very much. When the temperatures cool down and the humidity moves out, I’m such a happier person.

Fall weather, with its balmy yet sunny days and cool, brisk nights, perks me up, invigorating me to awaken out of my summer slump and get motivated.

Hopefully, it will entice me to write some more meaningful blog posts as well. So I’m ready to say goodbye to summer. I am glad for the glads, but this sweaty Mama is so ready to move on.

“It’s a sure sign of summer if the chair gets up when you do.” ~ Walter Winchell

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